Your roots
           grew slowly
      in the soil
         of my heart
breaking through
      the clay
          and the rock

Finding nourishing water
      and gentle warmth
in the harshness
     that never allowed
         anything grow

You made
      the earth
soft
      and yielding

      Now flowers bloom there,
tentative but determined,
  nurtured by the light
       you carried in.

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